A/N So third chapter, I so enjoy writing this which is werid because I'm not much of a writer. Without further ado...

The next morning was easier for both Morgana and Gwen. Any uneasy tension was gone, and never coming back.

Gwen headed down the winding staircase from her bedroom to the great hall. The hall was much grander than the hall in Camelot. It was covered wall to wall in great furnishings and had the most amazing long table Gwen had ever seen.

She was wearing a dress borrowed from Morgana, even in the dark despairs of the tower, her lady always managed to look good in black, laced gowns that showed a fair amount of cleavage.

'Good morning my Lady,' a voice called from the distance.

Gwen turned a corner to find the Raven sitting again in the seat to the left of the head. As ever Morgana was looking amazing but had changed from her usual black to a deep ruby that made her snow white complexion stand out. Gwen could not stop staring. She looked magnificent, much like Gwen remembered.

'I trust you slept well?'

'Good morning, I did, thank you. And please, call me Gwen. If anything you're, my Lady.'

Morgana chucked slightly, this was much like the Guinevere that was her serving maid many moon's ago. 'Please sit.'

Gwen, once again took the seat at the head of the table, next to Morgana. A feast as bountiful as the previous nights' appeared right before her eyes. Morgana smiled at the surprise in Gwen's eye's. She adored this girl.

'I was thinking, we better sort out our plan for the revenge on Arthur for what he has put you and I and this land into. You said that you trust me, is that still so?'

'Morgana, you need not ever ask, I will always trust you no matter what you ask of me.'

This was all Morgana needed to hear, Guinevere would be hers'. No, not to use the way her dreaded husband and so called King did but in a way which required a greater bond, a bond between these two friends.

'I need you to understand this plan which I have requires a sacrifice. You have to go back into Arthur's clutches. You will be okay with this?'

'That means leaving you?!'

Morgana nodded.

'I don't want to, I never want to leave you Morgana but I see no choice. Arthur needs to be defeated, so whatever plan you have I will go along with willingly.'

Morgana gripped Gwen's hand.

'It pleases my heart to hear so. As the High Priestess of the Old Religion, I have magic far greater than any mere sorcerer. Once the knights of Camelot and Merlin - no doubt he will follow his master to 'rescue' his Queen - breakthrough the impenetrable forest, they will come across the tower and attempt to enter it. I will allow them to do so, you will be in the room at the uppermost part of the tower. They will have to navigate though the trap's I've set up to thwart them. Arthur, being to most chivalrous, will head to the room first where he will be met by an enchanted sword. This sword will not stop until the opponent is mortally wounded. If he does not die straight away, the magic will work as a poison in his blood. Once Arthur has been injured, his Knights will take him back to his kingdom, where you must play the dutiful wife. Guinevere, my friend, I once again ask that you are willing to go along with this plan?'

Morgana looked deep into Gwen's soul to find any trace of doubt, she wouldn't blame nor hold it against her if she had, but there wasn't. Only pure trust. Guinevere's hand clenched Morgana's.

'I would die for you my Lady, if it meant rid of the tumor on this land. And if it allows the rightful ruler of Camelot to come to power.'

Both women knew what was in each other's hearts, they were there for each other. No matter what.

'Eat up Gwen, I expect them to be here before the sun reaches the highest point in the sky.'

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{Jade x}